Wednesday 5 December 2012

RED ROSE

SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE

RED ROSE

In the deep frozen heap of winter snow,
I turn my mind to fragrant summer flowers,
Ruby red roses grow and warmly glow,
Brightening blessed golden sunshine hours.
I reflect these are pictures on my screen
Of consciousness, bright light-paintings divine.
Perhaps as the Sages say 'life is but a deam",
While my blood red roses still rejoicing, shine.  
 
A pilgrim strolled through his garden green,
And sensed the fragrance of the roses there,
He picked a ruddy bloom with velvet sheen,
To place on the altar of his God where
He prayed and worshiped every day.
A  rose had come to serve in God's own play.


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